Evo's are classics

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  • Smokey61
    Smokey61
    6 years ago
    Remember following an MC member I knew back from Gympie, Me on the Evo Softy, him on a shovel. After a while following him at 150 km/h, my glasses were fogging up. The reason became apparent at the next fuel stop when I found he'd been leaking a mist of oil which I'd been riding in. 

    On the next leg, his number plate decided it'd had enough and jumped ship, taking a chip out of my tank as it went past.

    Then, 10 kms outside Marlborough, the drain plug on his carb also jumped ship. Had to bring him some fuel back in a tin.

    When we got to Marlborough,  he found the oil that he'd been misting me with earlier was also soaking his formerly dry clutch. 

    I rode on to Townsville alone.

    Most of the shovel guys ended up on Evos because reliability.

  • Ratbob
    Ratbob
    6 years ago
    Quoting Smokey61 on 25 Oct 2018 12:09 PM

    Remember following an MC member I knew back from Gympie, Me on the Evo Softy, him on a shovel. After a while following him at 150 km/h, my glasses were fogging up. The reason became apparent at the next fuel stop when I found he'd been leaking a mist of oil which I'd been riding in. 

    On the next leg, his number plate decided it'd had enough and jumped ship, taking a chip out of my tank as it went past.

    Then, 10 kms outside Marlborough, the drain plug on his carb also jumped ship. Had to bring him some fuel back in a tin.

    When we got to Marlborough,  he found the oil that he'd been misting me with earlier was also soaking his formerly dry clutch. 

    I rode on to Townsville alone.

    Most of the shovel guys ended up on Evos because reliability.

    Yep, remember mine, outside the Rex Hotel, hit the starter and she burst into flames, took a while before someone volunteered their beer too. She seized a couple o times too, just dropped the clutch a few times and away it went, yep no one liked riding behind it Smokey, now I know why.
  • Ratbob
    Ratbob
    6 years ago
    Good tale Hilly, you could identify some Shovel riders, they walked in circles, right leg became so big from kicking.
  • Ratbob
    Ratbob
    6 years ago
    Jeeze, now I’m feeling wrinkly, mine was a 1974 er and it was 1974. 
  • Smokey61
    Smokey61
    6 years ago
    My first was a WLA in '83. Paid $2,500 for it with a fuck-ton of spares. 
  • fatbat
    fatbat
    6 years ago
    Quoting Smokey61 on 25 Oct 2018 12:09 PM

    Remember following an MC member I knew back from Gympie, Me on the Evo Softy, him on a shovel. After a while following him at 150 km/h, my glasses were fogging up. The reason became apparent at the next fuel stop when I found he'd been leaking a mist of oil which I'd been riding in. 

    On the next leg, his number plate decided it'd had enough and jumped ship, taking a chip out of my tank as it went past.

    Then, 10 kms outside Marlborough, the drain plug on his carb also jumped ship. Had to bring him some fuel back in a tin.

    When we got to Marlborough,  he found the oil that he'd been misting me with earlier was also soaking his formerly dry clutch. 

    I rode on to Townsville alone.

    Most of the shovel guys ended up on Evos because reliability.

    This is funny and so true. Mate I ride with had a 1973 shovel head. Riding behind him with straight drag pipes made my ears ring. Nuts, bolts and parts would randomly fly off towards me. Fuel and oil would spray and smell towards me. It really was a five senses experience. 
    And if I rode in front of my mate he wouldn’t be aware of the above things going wrong with his bike or he’d break down and I’d be ahead and not realise. It tested the patience when he had to fix things on the side of the road all too regularly too. 

    My mate likes old bikes so now has an evo. His evo bad boy made me get an evo springer too. 
  • fatbat
    fatbat
    6 years ago
    Quoting Smokey61 on 25 Oct 2018 12:09 PM

    Remember following an MC member I knew back from Gympie, Me on the Evo Softy, him on a shovel. After a while following him at 150 km/h, my glasses were fogging up. The reason became apparent at the next fuel stop when I found he'd been leaking a mist of oil which I'd been riding in. 

    On the next leg, his number plate decided it'd had enough and jumped ship, taking a chip out of my tank as it went past.

    Then, 10 kms outside Marlborough, the drain plug on his carb also jumped ship. Had to bring him some fuel back in a tin.

    When we got to Marlborough,  he found the oil that he'd been misting me with earlier was also soaking his formerly dry clutch. 

    I rode on to Townsville alone.

    Most of the shovel guys ended up on Evos because reliability.

    This is funny and so true. Mate I ride with had a 1973 shovel head. Riding behind him with straight drag pipes made my ears ring. Nuts, bolts and parts would randomly fly off towards me. Fuel and oil would spray and smell towards me. It really was a five senses experience. 
    And if I rode in front of my mate he wouldn’t be aware of the above things going wrong with his bike or he’d break down and I’d be ahead and not realise. It tested the patience when he had to fix things on the side of the road all too regularly. 

    My mate likes old bikes so now has an evo. His evo bad boy made me get an evo springer too. 
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